Chapter 339: Chapter 290: Dragon Taming Skill: Golden Dragon Chapter_3

This is enough to prove.

The power contained in his pair of golden Dragon Wings has already surpassed the vast majority of same-level Golden Dragons. It seems that over the past five years, he has indeed poured a great deal of effort and sweat into training his wing strength.

However.

His current training methods and movements, in the eyes of Galos, an expert who has honed his physical body to the extreme, are filled with flaws and inefficiencies.

Every point of exertion, every stretch of the wing membrane, every adjustment of the center of gravity made Galos frown slightly.

He couldn’t help but want to point out the flaws.

"Stop, Alberto."

His gaze swept over the slightly trembling wing root muscles of the Golden Dragon and he said, "Your way of training is too slow in efficiency, it’s purely a waste of energy and time."

Without waiting for Alberto to respond, Galos turned around.

He took heavy steps and walked toward another area of Dragon Valley, leaving behind just a brief remark.

"Follow me."

Led by the Red Iron Dragon, Alberto, with confusion, followed him to a special field.

The ground here was not soil or rock, but poured with several meters thick of cold and hard special alloy steel plates. Around the field stood several metal pillars, engraved with complex Alchemy Runes.

Immediately after.

Under the puzzled gaze of Golden Dragon Alberto, the Red Iron Dragon nonchalantly activated those alchemy devices.

Accompanied by a deep buzzing sound, a dark light spread from the pillars and instantly enveloped the entire steel field. Alberto immediately felt his body sink sharply, as if an invisible giant hand was trying to press him to the ground, and the air became incredibly viscous.

Next, a scene unfolded that left Alberto dumbfounded and incredulous.

Galos seemed completely unaffected by the gravitational pressure—or rather, he was long accustomed to this pressure.

He began a series of high-intensity extreme training that made the eyes of the Golden Dragon widen in the super heavy field state.

He was not just simply flapping his wings but was using his wings as weapons, executing high-speed and precise cutting and slapping actions in the heavy environment, his body suspended in mid-air and agilely flipping.

Compared to Galos.

Alberto’s earlier pitiful wing flapping practice was just like a young dragon playing around.

The intensity, difficulty, and danger of the two were not in the same dimension, separated by countless levels.

"No wonder... No wonder..."

"No wonder I, Alberto, after five whole years of sleepless, nearly self-abusive training and tempering, still cannot surpass him."

He thought silently to himself.

He realized that over these long five years, while he was spurred forward by oaths, Galos had also not stopped.

Moreover, seeing Galos’ natural and skillful posture as if he were breathing.

It can be determined.

This level is not something that could be achieved by a spur-of-the-moment effort in just five short years, but rather, it comes from decade after decade of daily accumulation.

At this moment.

Golden Dragon Alberto finally understood the fundamental reason for his failure; Galos does not need the constraint of an oath, he is inherently disciplined to an extent beyond ordinary creatures’ imagination.

Even if he were a White Dragon.

He would probably be able to shake off the status of the weakest Dragon Race and earn the respect and awe of other Dragons openly and with dignity.

However, before the complex emotions in the Golden Dragon’s heart could continue to brew, that familiar chilling sensation appeared mercilessly, like an icy whip lashing at his soul, sternly urging him.

[Do not stand there stupidly and feel emotional! Immediately! Right now! Start your own training!]

"I know! I know!"

Alberto roared impatiently in his heart, suppressing the tumbling thoughts.

He took a deep breath and then stepped onto the field paved with steel.

Clenching his teeth, he painstakingly imitates Galos’ precise and efficient training posture not far away.

Golden Dragons were inherently exceptional among the Dragon Race in their physical qualities, and with the insane training driven by oaths over the past five years, this laid a foundation far surpassing other Golden Dragons of the same age for him.

With such a foundation, he barely hung on.

Although his movements still appeared clumsy, sluggish, and slow, unable to catch up with Galos’ storm-like pace and intensity.

But at least.

He was able to imitate credibly, step by step following that iron-like figure, and start more efficient training and honing.

And as time passed mercilessly.

The sun in the sky gradually sank westward, and finally submerged beneath the horizon.

The deep night, like a huge velvet curtain, slowly enveloped the entire Border Area, wrapping it in silent starlight.

In the training field, Golden Dragon Alberto had already exhausted the last ounce of his strength.

He lay sprawled on the cold, hard metal ground, breathing heavily, without the strength to even lift his tail.

However, directly opposite him.

That figure, as if forged from iron, was still continuing.

Amidst the rumbling sound like muffled thunder rolling across the ground, relentlessly honing his already terrifyingly strong body, like a never-extinguishing furnace, a never-stopping machine.

Even if the scales shattered, even if Dragon Blood was shed like sweat, even if the heart beat like war drums.

He still did not stop.

"Being able to become allies with him and not a mortal enemy, is truly a fortunate thing."

The Golden Dragon thought silently to himself.

Watching this scene, even Alberto himself was unaware that.

His once proud Golden Dragon heart was, with increased understanding of Galos, with witnessing this surpassing limit will to hone, undergoing changes bit by bit.

A brand new emotion called admiration was quietly growing in his heart.

In fact.

Anyone who knows the efforts Galos invested in his path to getting stronger, witnessing his tenacious and resilient will, regardless of allies or friends, even as opponents and enemies, would find it hard to speak words of disdain for him.

Meanwhile.

Galos glanced at the Golden Dragon, noticed the change in his gaze, and nodded in satisfaction.

[Dragon Taming Skill: Golden Dragon Chapter]

[The strength of body and power cannot earn the respect and admiration of the head of the Metal Dragons, but spirit and will can]